491: C491 The Smell of Gunpowder(part Ii)

C491 The Smell of Gunpowder(part Ii)

0The smell of gunpowder.

Rumble ~

Although Ling Donglai was arrogant and domineering, he still had some strength. His foundation was very solid, far surpassing that of the Qin Family's clansmen of the same age.

His palm was covered with a layer of solid elemental energy. It was like a crystal palm that carried a terrifying power. It crushed the air and landed on Qin Sheng's face at lightning speed.

If this slap was an ordinary Soul Realm Warriors, forget about his face being destroyed, even the cephalo- would be destroyed like a watermelon.

What Ling Donglai said was really beautiful. It was to prove the dignity of the Lingyun School. He wanted to exchange pointers with Qin Sheng. He clearly knew that Qin Sheng was one Great Realm lower than him, but his attack was so sudden and ruthless. He did not plan to leave Qin Sheng alive at all.

The palm print that was as fast as lightning enlarged rapidly in Qin Sheng's eyes. Two yellow spring fires flashed across his eyes. Although he was still thousands of miles away from the Fiery Golden Eyes, he could still easily catch the palm print that was as slow as a snail.

Pah!

A clear and loud slapping sound was heard. Ling Donglai was like a kite with a broken string as he flew backwards and heavily crashed into the wall of the Transaction Hall.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz ~"

The Lingyun Hall's Transaction Hall was covered with a Rank 3 spell formation. Under the impact, it ignited a large amount of light from the rune, causing it to roll like a wave. Finally, under the shocked gazes of the crowd, it regained its calm.

"Puff ~"

Ling Donglai spat out a large mouthful of blood, which was mixed with two broken teeth. He covered his red and swollen face, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

The entire Transaction Hall was completely silent. Many of the onlookers, including the students from the Lingyun School, had dull expressions on their faces. The body stiffened, as if it had been petrified. They were unable to utter a single word for a long time.

"What's going on?"

"Ling Shao seems to have been slapped in the face. . . "

"How is this possible? Ling Shao is one Great Realm higher than that Qin. "

"Maybe. . . It was a coincidence. He accidentally drew Ling Shao's slap?"

After a few breaths, the students from the Lingyun School finally came back to their senses. They stared at Ling Donglai, whose face was swollen and swollen, and Qin Sheng, who was rubbing his hands. Their hearts were in turmoil.

"I was slapped in the face by that guy?" Ling Donglai's eyes were filled with disbelief, but a burning pain came from his face, reminding him. This was absolutely true. He had really been slapped in the face.

He had been slapped in the face by Low level fighter, who had a lower Great Realm.

"I want you to die!"

Ling Donglai roared out ferociously. He was the dignified heaven's pride, one of the top ten Lingyun School, and he had absolute confidence that after this year's academy examination, the Lingyun School would amaze the world with a single brilliant feat. He would obtain more than three Dragon Pools, and become a Six Dragons student.

It was said that because of the revival of the Demon Dragon Wasteland, there would even be Instructor from the Sacred Institute, who came from the Great Yan Dynasty, who would be the invigilator of this year's academy examination.

He had also prepared for this academy examination for an entire year. He wanted to amaze the world with a single feat, and let those Instructor from the Sacred Institute notice him. Then, he would add points, and even have a chance to enter one of the Nine Dragons Holy Courtyards.

Ling Donglai was waiting for this opportunity to soar into the sky, because he knew very well that if he could enter one of the Nine Dragons Holy Courtyards to cultivate, his status in his family would skyrocket, and he might even become the number one inheritor in the Family!

Ling Donglai heard that some of the people from the Sacred Institute, Instructor, had come, but they had hidden themselves. If he was slapped in the face by a low level disciple with a Great Realm, his impression of Instructor in the Sacred Institute would be extremely bad.

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